Boy Problems...
Some mornings have a certain feel to them. I’m not sure why, but maybe it’s how well you slept through the night, who you are waking up with, or how you spent the night before. I can’t really explain it, but I’d have to say it’s one of my favorite feelings/experiences. These are the mornings that you actually enjoy the sunlight coming through the curtains, you look forward to the day but wouldn’t mind if you wasted the day dozing in and out of sleep. When I woke up this morning, I felt like everything I needed right at that moment was there with me, within reach. I had a comforting feeling consume me, it was near perfect. I felt like all of my stress had melted away with the night and new opportunities had been opened up. The morning brought me peace, too bad it didn’t last…
Life seems so crazy lately and I have no idea how to slow things down, I’m not even sure I want to. I’m messing with D again, it’s fast money. I haven’t touched it as in “use” it, just dumping it. I’ve set up a decent shop, making trips to and from Vegas. I know it’s a fast life to have, but it’s paying the bills and giving me money to sit on so I can get the hell out of Utah. Things are okay between me and J., the same really. He’s still living with his girl, not me. I’ve met someone else in Vegas, but I haven’t told him yet. I’m not sure I’m really ready to let him go. I love him so much and I want so much more for us than this dead end life in Utah, but he has to want it to… he has to want me. I need someone who is willing to be down for me no matter what, I don’t care what he does all day or night, as long as he lays down and sleeps with me. He doesn’t do that. The guy in Vegas has money, cars, trucks (yes, plural), a house, a record contract, and motivation… but most of all he wants me and he expresses it. I can’t really figure out why someone like him would want someone like me, a plain girl from Ogden, Utah. Ugh.
Life seems so crazy lately and I have no idea how to slow things down, I’m not even sure I want to. I’m messing with D again, it’s fast money. I haven’t touched it as in “use” it, just dumping it. I’ve set up a decent shop, making trips to and from Vegas. I know it’s a fast life to have, but it’s paying the bills and giving me money to sit on so I can get the hell out of Utah. Things are okay between me and J., the same really. He’s still living with his girl, not me. I’ve met someone else in Vegas, but I haven’t told him yet. I’m not sure I’m really ready to let him go. I love him so much and I want so much more for us than this dead end life in Utah, but he has to want it to… he has to want me. I need someone who is willing to be down for me no matter what, I don’t care what he does all day or night, as long as he lays down and sleeps with me. He doesn’t do that. The guy in Vegas has money, cars, trucks (yes, plural), a house, a record contract, and motivation… but most of all he wants me and he expresses it. I can’t really figure out why someone like him would want someone like me, a plain girl from Ogden, Utah. Ugh.